Tara H. Wiegand

Tara was not my aunt, but she was, and I loved her a lot. She was almost like a big sister as well as me and her son Haiden, we're very close before her and her husband's death. I used to spend the night at her house at least one weekend out of the month. And she was very into taking pictures to hold memories. I'm glad she did because if she didn't, she would be missing a big part of her personally. So yes, I did call her my aunt, but she wasn't, but if I could choose, I would pick her as my...